Vol 2 Chapter 664: - light makeup

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"What's the matter?" Liu Wei also looked over when he saw the difference.
Rong Ling approached and walked to the front of the portrait, gazing at the portrait on a portrait, and finally focused on the bottom of the portrait.
Liu Wei also went along with Rong Ling’s gaze, coming and going, but did not make any mistakes.
The story of the Buddha feeding the eagle is the one who does not practice the Dharma. Most of them have heard of it. This is the story of the Buddhist scriptures. It is said that before the Buddha became a Buddha, it was already a great love. In order to save a pigeon, cut off his own meat. , fed the eagle who chased the pigeons.
Princess Yuping is a pre-Buddha jade girl. This picture is hanging in the house. It is not surprising.
Liu Wei looked at it for a while, and seeing Rong Ling’s eyes had not been staggered. He did not feel and asked: "What do you see?"
Rong Jun did not make a sound, but suddenly asked: "You may see how long this painting is?"
Liu Wei sneaked a bit, and looked closer, repeated, before and after, looked at it for a while, said: "Paper is the crepe paper produced in Kyoto, the paper is hard, not easy to penetrate the ink, it is nearly two years, the literati I like it most. From the perspective of the pen, I don’t see what the pen is painted, but it should be a pen, and it’s a fine pen. Look at the end of the place. The traces are very heavy. The painting should be a woman. Usually men paint, only care about the big structure, the smaller the place, the more it is taken, the heroic, right, and the money..."
Liu Wei touched it with his hands. Of course, he couldn’t find any traces. The red mud that had been deposited had already dried up and became a part of this portrait.
"The way of carving the money is Chufa. It is obviously a private chapter. The official seal or the seal is used in the Kyoto realm. It is also a common law, and it is also a common law. I remember that the southerners used more. Of course, in the past two years, some of them have flowed into Beijing."
Liu Wei said a bit, and finally concluded: "If you want to ask when the painting is imaged, I think, can't take off the last two years, whether it is paper or engraving, or the oldness of this painting, it is very novel, Not an old painting."
After Liu Wei finished, seeing Rong Ling's expression is uncertain, his look is dignified, and his heart is more curious.
"If you want to know the exact time, you can take the picture back, I will take a closer look..."
"No." Rong Ling finally opened his mouth, but his eyes still stared at the painting.
Liu Wei did not understand, and said: "This painting is not only painted by a woman, but may be painted by Princess Yuping. It is written with a light makeup artist. This title has not been heard, but it also has some meaning, light makeup, but daughter. As for the puppet, Princess Yuping, how can there be such a delicate title, but there is no Buddha."
Rong Ling’s face has always been difficult to see. Until then, it’s cold and cold:
Not her.


Hmm?
Liu Wei looked at Rong Ling.
"Light makeup, not Yu Ping."
Liu Wei understood it. When he saw the portrait again, he said: "It seems that you know the person who paints?"
Rong Ling did not answer, but suddenly closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.
His distressed appearance, Liu Wei was the first time to see, some fresh, and when I looked at the portrait, Liu Wei’s eyes changed a little:
I want to tell me, what is the relationship between the painting person and you?

Rong Ling was silent. It only took a while to look at Liu Wei. Suddenly, he grabbed Liu Wei’s hand.
Liu Wei looked at the hands of the two people at the moment, clearly felt the huge strength of the man's hand, and could not help but frown, some worried, patted the back of the hand: "I don't want to say it, I don't ask." ......"
"Minute."
Liu Wei’s voice has not fallen, and Rong Ling has already opened his mouth.
"Light makeup, it is sensitive."
Mind?
Liu Wei did not hear the name of the nephew, but looking at the expression of Rong Ling's dignified expression, Liu Wei did not dare to treat it with care, and asked carefully: "Min Min is yours..."
There was a conjecture in my heart, but Liu Wei did not dare to say it.
Rong Ling knew Liu Wei’s thoughts and only looked at Liu Wei’s eyes and shook his head.
Liu Wei sighed and said, long ago, it was known that Rong Ling’s mother died early. This painting was painted in recent years. How can it be related to Rong Fang’s mother? Let Liu Wei have to think more about it.
Liu Wei said this way: "The Princess Yuping lives in the harem, and there are so many palaces. The one you said is sensitive, maybe the paintings are good, and it is not necessary to draw a picture for the princess. If you are surprised, let's go again. That Min Min’s residence is right, yes, which palace is Min Min?

Rong Ling tight lips; "Shangyang Palace."
skirts……
Liu Wei slammed his eyes wide and his expression was a bit strange: "Shangyang Palace?"
That famous, the Kyoto Court’s earth-shaking
counterfeiting case
?
That kind of sensation is nothing...
"No." Before Liu Wei asked, Rong Ling had guessed Liu Wei’s thoughts and gave the answer: "Shangyang Palace has two mains, one is sensitive, one is the main one, the previous case is "Shang Hao, and Min Wei..." He said here, his eyes fixed on Liu Wei: "As early as nearly a decade ago, it was already awkward."
His voice fell, and there was a hint of gloom in the silent Musk Palace.
Liu Wei is not afraid of ghosts and gods, but this atmosphere, this environment, can not help but the back is cool.
Liu Wei reluctantly regained his calmness and clenched his hand. He said: "The light makeup is not a pen, but a print. Perhaps someone used a sensitive seal. It does not mean that this is Min. I painted."
Of course, it is impossible for Min Min to paint. How can a person who has died for ten years, in the past two years, suddenly show his spirit and draw a painting of the mortal world?
Liu Wei understands this truth and wants to understand it.
Rong Ling certainly understands, but this matter is not clear if it is clear.
Rong Ling looked at Liu Wei on the side, calmly said: "Shangxi and Min Min are sisters, I entered the palace yesterday. I went to the Sangyang Palace to explore the wall. I found many paintings, and all of them were sensitive. Painted, and this one, regardless of the strokes of the pen, even the fine support, is exactly the same as those."
Liu Wei frowned: "What do you mean by this? Do you really doubt that the death of Min Min is resurrected? Is it a picture of a Buddha feeding an eagle?"
Rong Ling did not speak, just shook his head.
Liu Wei did not want to play a riddle with Rong Ling. He directly collected the painting and wrapped it around his waist. He said: "Go, go to the Shangyang Palace."
Liu Wei said to leave and leave.
Rong Ling wants to stop, but the person has already left the yard.
He followed, and led him to the Sangyang Palace, not far from here.
In the Sangyang Palace, it is still the same desolate depression.
After a day, it was no different from yesterday. The two sneaked in and went straight to the main hall. The hall was already ruined and could not stand. The things worthy of the money disappeared almost completely. The rest of the tables and chairs were also broken. Oh, it’s upside down.
It seems that this Shangyang Palace experienced a robbery after the death of Changchun, and some people took away the ones that were taken away.
Looking at the three walls, there are still many paintings hanging on it. It’s just that time has passed, it has already been inferior and streaked, and it has also covered a lot of spider webs. 2k novel reading network